Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Index. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.